Amongst the dustbowls that chased the nation
Midst a war ‘gainst fascists
Duststorms blew up a comedian
Writer in his mind that worked
Frustrated as he aged along
A man that wandered as he wished
Floated West and to the East
Trying to free his voice that sang
His guitar that could only play along
To a man who attended his own memorial
A man who’d left his mind behind
On a road that was long and never straight
That left a line to Tom Joads sorrow
A line to Cathy that broke the straw
That spent this man’s despair
He changed the world and opened its eyes
With words that spoke to them
All across the nation as it sang
Woody Guthrie you shall remain